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"Zi-"

The tires made a grinding sound as they rolled over the rough cement surface.

The black SUV stopped in front of the tallest unfinished building.

The car lights went out, and the surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness.

Fang Cheng pushed open the car door and got out, clutching the blue canvas bag tightly in his hand.

He looked around, seemingly trying to confirm his location.

Then, stepping through the knee-deep weeds, I entered the dark, unfinished building ahead.

A few hundred meters away, the silver-gray Jetta silently glided behind a sloping hill and came to a stop.

Ghost Scythe pushed open the car door, slung his toolbox over his shoulder, and nimbly jumped out of the car.

He had already taken off his blue gas company uniform, revealing the black combat suit he was wearing underneath.

The tight-fitting fabric accentuated his smooth muscle lines, showcasing his exceptional physical condition.

He didn't rush in, but first squatted down to examine the tire tracks on the ground, and then listened carefully to the sounds around him for a moment.

Apart from the sound of the wind and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance, there was no sign of any enemy ambush.

Ghost Scythe sneered, then drew a black tactical dagger from his waist and held it in his hand.

Then, crouching low and tiptoeing, he silently darted toward the dark behemoth that had devoured his target's figure.

The night wind seemed to weep, whistling softly as it passed through the empty window frames of the unfinished building.

Like a weightless ghost, the scythe silently slid into the massive concrete skeleton.

Ahead, heavy footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell, accompanied by Fang Cheng's slightly rapid breathing.

Because the unfinished building had no elevator, this "special search team specialist" had to climb up step by step on his own two legs.

"Huh...huh..."

Hearing the commotion coming from above, Oni-Scythe couldn't help but curl a contemptuous lip.

As an office worker, he couldn't keep up with his stamina after climbing only a dozen floors.

He moved very lightly, his figure flitting about in the darkness like a bat.

As he passed each floor, he would skillfully open his toolbox and take out several pieces of grayish-brown clay.

Fingers flew, kneading the dough into a ball.

Then this soil is perfectly embedded in wall cracks or the shadows of exposed rebar, and then covered with a layer of ash.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary noise.

"As expected, he's just a guy who can analyze intelligence. For the sake of so-called secrecy, he chose this godforsaken place to make contact..."

Ghost Scythe sneered inwardly, secretly thinking:
"You've been watching too many movies, haven't you? Well, this can serve as your natural burial ground, saving me the trouble of cleaning up the site."

As the building continues to rise, the clay stock in the toolbox is running low.

Ghost Scythe had to slow down the deployment frequency, changing to setting only two or three explosive points on each floor.

Finally, the footsteps in front stopped.

Ghost Scythe looked up and saw that he had reached the top floor of the thirty-third floor.

This place is drafty on all sides, with no walls to block the view, and only a few bare load-bearing steel pillars standing there.

Underfoot was a rough concrete floor, and above was an unfinished ceiling.

The wind high in the sky, carrying a chill, rushed in without any obstruction, howling loudly.

The red aviation lights of the distant television signal tower flashed rhythmically, like the peering eye of a demon.

Fang Cheng stood on the edge of the rooftop, his clothes fluttering in the night wind.

The blue shoulder bag was lying next to a pillar.

He would occasionally glance at his watch, and sometimes pace back and forth, the rustling sound of his shoes scraping the ground particularly jarring in the silence.

Anxiety and unease were written all over his face, and he seemed completely unguarded.

The demon scythe was hidden in the shadows behind a load-bearing pillar.

To avoid being noticed by the other party, they deliberately maintained a distance of more than fifty meters.

He pressed the headset, lowered his voice, and reported the situation:

"Night Owl, I'm in position. The target is the top floor of the tallest building in the unfinished construction area in the eastern suburbs. The contact hasn't shown up yet."

"Received. Keep an eye on him."

The owl's voice came through the earpiece:
"Confirm the contact's identity before taking action. If possible, it's best to capture them alive."

Oni-scythe squinted, preparing to adjust his observation angle.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng, who was pacing back and forth, stopped abruptly.

As if sensing something, he stiffly turned around.

His gaze pierced straight at the load-bearing pillar where the demon scythe was hiding, his voice trembling with tension:
"Who?! Who's there?"

Oni-scythe's heart skipped a beat.

How could he hear it from so far away, and with such a strong wind?

Was it a trick? Or was this guy's hearing really that sharp?
Oni-scythe remained motionless, holding his breath and tensing all his muscles to minimize his presence.

"Come out! I see you!"

Fang Cheng's voice rose a few octaves, sounding somewhat fierce but actually weak.

He frantically pulled a black semi-automatic pistol from his back waist.

With his hands clenched tightly, the gun barrel trembled as it pointed towards the Demon Scythe, and he tentatively moved forward.

"If you don't come out... I'll shoot!"

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

"boom!"

A gunshot suddenly rang out.

The bullet struck the edge of the load-bearing column, sending several pieces of rock flying and sparks flying everywhere.

Ghost Scythe's eyes turned cold.

Now that we've been exposed, there's no need to hide anymore.

He slowly emerged from the shadows, brushed the stone dust off his shoulders, and looked at the terrified young man:

"Your hearing is quite good."

"I originally wanted to let you live a few more minutes, but since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

Fang Cheng, seeing the strange black shadow that had suddenly appeared, couldn't help but take a half step back, his gun barrel shaking even more violently.

"Who...who are you? What do you want?"

"I am a Level 2 Affairs Officer of the Special Investigations Team. If you dare to act recklessly, you will face official pursuit!"

"Special Investigation Team Special Agent Fang?"

Ghost Scythe chuckled softly, approaching step by step, like closing in on a mouse cowering in a corner:

"Where is the person you were supposed to meet? When will they arrive?"

"Who's the contact?"

Fang Cheng looked completely bewildered.
"I just heard from others that the scenery here is nice, and even though it's an abandoned project, you can still see the whole city at night, so I came here to take some photos and have some fun..."

"what……"

Oni-scythe's lips twitched, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Running off to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night to gather material? Are you kidding me? Could you come up with an even more outrageous reason?

He stopped ten meters away from Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with mockery:

"Commissioner Fang, there's no need to put on an act."

“I heard everything you said to those two people at the hotel entrance. If you don’t want to die a horrible death, you’d better tell the truth.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's fear and confusion vanished instantly.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, straightened his back slightly, and his expression became serious.
"Since you know who I am, you still dare to follow me. You've got some nerve. Are you from 'Utopia'?"

"You're not stupid."

Ghost Scythe toyed with the dagger in his hand, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips:
"This is a perfect place to kill someone. If I finish you off now and throw you downstairs, who will know it was us?"

Fang Cheng gripped the gun tightly, forcing himself to remain calm as he asked:

"It seems you've figured out my background quite well?"

"You just understand."

Ghost Scythe urged impatiently:

"Tell me that person's identity, as well as the intelligence on the Special Investigation Team's operations in Tiannan Province, and I might consider leaving you with a whole corpse."

Fang Cheng fell silent upon hearing this.

Seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle, he suddenly spoke after a moment and asked:
"You came here hoping to use me to capture Fang Shijie?"

Upon hearing this, Oni-Scythe's pupils contracted slightly.

Even the night owl on the other end of the headset paused for a second.

"Fang Shijie is indeed not dead!"

The owl's voice then rang excitedly in the earpiece:

"I guessed right. The special investigation team is indeed colluding with those traitors from back then. They're definitely hiding something from Utopia and plotting something shady." "Ghost Scythe, keep him calm and find out Fang Shijie's whereabouts first!"

Oni-scythe understood perfectly.

Since the other party had already gotten straight to the point, he no longer held back and coldly said:

"That's right, our target is that traitor."

As he spoke, he subtly turned the volume of his headset up to the maximum.

Then, he deliberately softened his tone, making it sound somewhat coaxing:
"If you tell me his current situation and what he did in cooperation with the Special Investigations Team, I can decide to spare your life."

"Ah……"

Fang Cheng let out a sneer, his face filled with grief and indignation:

"Since you've checked my file and know that Fang Shijie is my father, why are you saying such things?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? Betraying my own father, such a shameless thing, even if I were afraid of death, I could never do it!"

"You can choose not to speak."

The dagger in Ghost Scythe's hand flashed coldly in the night, as he threatened:
"But I have plenty of ways to make you talk. Once my knife slices through your flesh piece by piece, even the toughest man will have to beg for mercy."

"What's more..."

His eyes were sinister, and his voice was like a venomous snake's tongue:
"Fang Shijie will show up on his own soon. I can easily take care of you all and send you and your son to the underworld for a reunion!"

Fang Cheng's face turned pale, as if he had been frightened by these words.

He stumbled backward, brandishing his gun erratically.
"Why? Why are you forcing me?!"

"Back then, it was clearly the people from your Ideal Land who framed my father and leaked his whereabouts, which led to his capture by the Special Investigation Team, and they're still after him!"

"What did you say?"

Oni-scythe was taken aback.

Fang Cheng, as if grasping at a straw, gritted his teeth and said:

"If you tell me about the traitor who leaked my father's name and framed him back then... I'm willing to cooperate with you!"

"I can even tell you the details of the Special Investigations Team's secret operation against Utopia!"

Upon hearing this, Oni-scythe paused slightly in his movements.

In the earpiece, the owl's voice became somewhat urgent:

"That incident from back then is a taboo subject within the organization. How does this kid know such a secret?"

"It seems that Fang Shijie is indeed in contact with him. Ghost Scythe, agree to his request first and keep him calm."

"I'm rushing here at full speed; we must capture Fang Shijie alive!"

Ghost Scythe's eyes flickered, then he looked at Fang Cheng and said:
"How can I trust you?"

Fang Cheng looked innocent.

“My father was also controlled by the special investigation team with drugs. He had no choice but to cooperate with them. He always wanted to return to his ideal world.”

"As long as you are willing to hand over the person who harmed him back then, so that he can take revenge, he is willing to return to the organization with the intelligence."

These words sounded reasonable enough that even Night Owl on the other end of the earpiece believed them to some extent.

After a moment's hesitation, Ghost Scythe withdrew his murderous aura and adopted a sincere demeanor:

"I see. Since it's a misunderstanding, I'm willing to believe you."

"But... I've only been in Utopia for a short time, so I don't know much about what happened back then."

He shrugged and began to make empty promises:
"However, I can reveal one thing: not many of the original members remained after the purge; there were only a few."

"Why don't you tell me the information first and show your sincerity? I guarantee with my integrity that I will definitely help you find out who framed your father when I get back to the organization, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng's expression froze instantly.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering behind his glasses, as if weighing the pros and cons.

A few seconds later, he sighed, his tone filled with deep regret:

"That's such a pity..."

"what?"

Oni-scythe was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, not yet realizing the meaning of his words.

next second.

Fang Cheng's trembling wrist and the gun barrel suddenly locked up like a precise machine.

bang bang bang-

The four gunshots rang out almost in a single line.

This was not indiscriminate shooting.

The instant he pulled the trigger, Fang Cheng's wrist vibrated at an incomprehensible high frequency and speed, causing the gun muzzle to swing in a bizarre arc.

Four bullets left the barrel, each drawing a distinctly different arc of death in the air.

They sealed off the demon's forehead, throat, heart, and lower abdomen!

Ghost Shot!

With a high agility and dynamic vision score of 64, this pistol fighting technique is so fast that the opponent has no time to think.

Any ordinary superhuman would have been riddled with holes by now.

But Ghost Scythe is, after all, Black Shark's renowned ace assassin, with an intuition that comes from walking the line between life and death for a long time.

The instant Fang Cheng's eyes changed, his body instinctively reacted beyond its limits.

Whoosh!
He seemed to have no bones, folding backward in an extremely contorted posture.

At the same time, he exerted force with his feet, creating a spiderweb-like crack in the ground, and moved sideways like lightning.

shhhhhh!
Three bullets grazed his nose, collar, and side, sending up scorching gusts of air.

But the last bullet, with its eerie arc, seemed to have eyes and predicted his landing point.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Ghost Scythe felt a cool sensation in his left ear, followed by a burning sensation.

The bullet grazed his hair precisely and knocked the communication headset hanging on his earlobe.

Ghost Scythe lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaping more than ten meters to the left. After regaining his footing, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

"A curved firing method? You're not a civilian employee!"

This is a skill that ordinary agents cannot master.

This is a top-level gunfighting technique that can only be honed in the heat of battle.

"Ha, you think you can kill me with mere marksmanship? You're too naive!"

Ghost Scythe immediately let out a cold laugh, maintaining his composure, but the killing intent around him suddenly surged.

Fang Cheng did not press his advantage.

He simply stood there, arms hanging down.

"Click."

Empty the magazine and set the slide.

The pistol was thrown to the ground, making a crisp metallic clang.

"Civil service personnel?"

Fang Cheng took off his gold-rimmed glasses, casually broke them in half, and held them in his palm.

The muscles in his arms were faintly bulging.

He raised his head and stared intently at the fleshy, tumor-like mole on Ghost Scythe's forehead.

His once clear and gentle eyes now seemed as dark as an abyss, with a chilling red light burning deep within his pupils.

"That's it."

Fang Cheng twisted his neck, and his cervical spine made a series of cracking sounds like popping beans.

"After all, I quite enjoy reasoning. But since reasoning doesn't work..."

stab-

Accompanied by a mournful sound of tearing fabric.

Fang Cheng's oversized gray jacket, along with the shirt underneath, suddenly burst open without warning.

The fragments fluttered like butterflies, revealing bare muscles.

What a body it was!

Under Guilian's astonished gaze, Fang Cheng's seemingly slender body rapidly expanded as if inflated.

Muscle fibers, like tightly wound steel cables, bulge and harden wildly under the skin.

Pectoral muscles, back muscles, deltoid muscles...

Each muscle was sharply defined, gleaming with a dark golden luster, like a living demon statue.

A terrifyingly high temperature erupted from his body, steaming up golden heat waves that distorted the surrounding air.

Fang Cheng stood naked, like a majestic statue, atop a high-rise building where the wind howled in the cold.

He clenched his fist at the dumbfounded Ghost Scythe, a sinister smile spreading across his lips:

"Then I'll have to... convince you through physical means." (End of Chapter)